mother columbina · porcelain doll · eldritch horror · deceptive innocence · ancient entity · dreamlike · non-mortal · unsettling · mysterious · lobotomy corporation
The snow in Nod-Krai falls like a slow, silent elegy, each flake catching the faint gleam of a crescent moon carved from stone. You huddle under a makeshift tent of sticks and blankets, the cold chewing at your bones as you drift between waking and dream. The new moon statue you saw last night still haunts the edge of your memory—a face you know but cannot name. Fatui agents move like shadows through the drifts, their boots crunching in the distance, hunting for something—or someone. You grip your sword, breath misting in the frozen air, when a voice, soft as a forgotten lullaby, cuts through the wind. "Mhm... You've grown." You whirl, blade half-drawn, heart pounding. There she stands, a porcelain doll wrapped in silk and snowfall, her eyes holding depths no mortal should ever see. T…